Chapter 565 Beckett’s Question to Cassel

"Mr. Cassel, as a best-selling author, your case record is still very exciting."

During the last rape case in Central Park, Beckett's impression of Cassel was not very good. After all, she was a serious girl, so she was naturally wary of such things as a love-hitter.

Now, in the name of assisting in the investigation, this guy's case record was retrieved from the system, and the more he looked at it, the deeper his frown deepened. Although they were all misdemeanors that were exempt from prosecution, the content was too outrageous, right?

"Disturbing the peace and resisting arrest."

"A man will remain a boy until he dies, and his nature cannot be changed." Cassel shrugged.

Seeing her father sitting leisurely in the interrogation room, without handcuffs, and even chatting with the serious-looking Detective Beckett, the last trace of worry in Alexis's heart disappeared.

"There is a record here that says you stole a mounted policeman's patrol horse." Beckett read the file with a half-smile.

"It's borrowed." Cassel quickly corrected.

"Ah ha, and you were naked then?" Beckett's eyes widened.

"Because it was spring." Cassel began to talk nonsense seriously.

Beckett was immediately offended by this guy, "And coincidentally, every charge was dropped."

"What can I say?" Cassel became smug and began to talk meanly again, "Many high-ranking people are my fans, but if it makes you feel better, I will be happy to be spanked by you."

Next door, Alexis covered her face in shame. Her father's ability to pick up girls was not even as good as the boys in her high school. Her toes curled up in embarrassment.

Standing next to Jack, Hannah watched with gusto. This kind of blatant voyeurism really suited her taste. She had already seen something was wrong between the two of them before. What kind of ruffian rich young man met with a supermodel body but extremely sexy? The civilian female police detective with rich personality is so awesome.

The conversation next door continued. Beckett put down the folder in his hand, sat down in front of Cassel, and spoke to him seriously every word.

"Mr. Cassel, your bad boy style may work for those ignorant girls who are new to society or the ladies who want to please you, but for me, I do this job for a living.

And you now have two choices, one is to make my life easier, or to make my life difficult. Believe me, you will never choose the latter option. "

As if feeling some looming murderous intent, Cassell's smile froze on his face and he dryly said OK.

Seeing that this guy finally seemed more cooperative, Beckett placed a photo on the table in front of him angrily, "Alison Tisdale, the daughter of real estate tycoon Jonathan Tisdale."

"It's very cute." Cassel picked up the photo and looked at it.

"She's dead." Beckett took the photo away from him angrily and slapped it on the table again.

"Did you meet her? At your book signing, or some charity event?"

"Maybe, but she's not in my address book. If that's what you're asking, is it okay with me?" Cassel said, looking towards the door.

Although he is interested in murder cases, if it is a murder case that may involve him, then he is not sensitive.

"What about this guy?" Beckett pulled out another photo. "Marvin Fisk, small claims attorney."

"Most of my claims are relatively large." Cassel sat back down with his half-raised buttocks raised, and the slightly smug answer in his mouth made Beckett roll his eyes again.

"He's dead too, right? These cases and me."

Before he could finish his words, Beckett interrupted him. She once again took out two photos of the scene and placed them in front of Cassel, shocking the latter to his feet.

Alexis, who was separated by the one-way glass, also curiously approached the one-way glass, trying to see the photos on the table clearly.

"Two weeks ago, Fisk was found dead in his office and the case was still under investigation, but it wasn't until tonight's case with Alison Teasdale that I connected the dots."

Among the two photos of the crime scene that Beckett showed, the one above was the one that just happened. The female deceased, Alison Tisdale, was lying naked in a pile of rose petals, with her eyes covered. Two bright sunflowers.

"'Flowers for Your Grave'?" Cassel murmured. The scene in front of him was exactly the scene described in his best-selling suspense novel.

"And this one, "Hell Without Fire."" Beckett moved the photo above, revealing the body of a middle-aged man below, lying in a white five-pointed star array outlined with salt. There is also a candle lit on each of the 5 corners.

This book "Hell Without Fire" is also a work by Cassel, and the scene in front of me is also the scene when a character dies described in the book.

After a brief moment of surprise, Cassel's face revealed a look of surprise, "It seems like I have a loyal fan."

"No, a crazy fan!" Beckett corrected.

"But in my opinion, you are quite normal." Cassel's words made the beautiful police detective a little confused.

A wicked smile appeared on Cassel's lips, "In Hell Without Fire, the angry witch comes walking on blood. Please, only the most loyal Cassel fans will read this book."

It was obvious that the loyal fan Cassell was talking about was Beckett, who was sitting across from him and looking disgusted at him. After all, only die-hard fans could confirm each other based on the scenes described in the book and the live photos in front of them. .

Behind the one-way glass, Alexis held her fist against her chin and was concentrating. Hannah was also unblinking, watching the two of them going back and forth and bickering.

Looking at this scene, Jack laughed secretly. Well, he actually enjoyed it. Cassel teasing the cute Beckett was also his favorite scene when watching the show.

Beckett's red lips were slightly open, her eyes were wandering, and a trace of panic flashed in her heart, so she forced the topic back to her, "I'm talking about the kind of crazy book fans. Have any similar guys ever written to you? That kind of guy. A harassing letter containing threats?”

"Because sometimes... uh... our research has found that the murderer tends to..." Beckett became a little speechless after his little secret was discovered.

"Take the initiative to contact the object of his obsession." Cassel and she finished the remaining half of the sentence in unison.

After speaking, he showed a proud expression, "Look, it's not just that lovable FBI guy who understands criminal psychology. I'm also proficient in it. Is this an occupational disease?"

I can't bear it anymore, I won't have diarrhea anymore, now I'm vomiting whatever I eat, I'll take two cephalosporin pills to sleep, if I wake up tomorrow and still feel so uncomfortable, I'll go to the hospital.